If I did not belong to you
I could not weave the world I’m meant to be in
You made me to feel the beauty, simplicity,
And quiet of life—to know its goodness
But when it dissolves away,
Dies in the hurry of living, the struggle to exist
You bring me back ever reminding me
To see the flicker of light as wind moves through shimmering leaves
To float with the patterns changing across my arm and legs
Resting here in the afternoon sun
A gift as simple as breathing
Mingled with sweet air of autumn clematis
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